[ listen, you freak.

Zelos, casually (like he didn't just get decked) ]

Things could always be better.

[ he's tired of tasting blood, but there's no helping it.

maybe one day, it won't taste like anything— as natural a presence in his mouth as saliva. ]

Wasn't my choice, what happened to you— but none of that really matters.

[ a shrug ]

I would have picked someone easier to take down.